Chapter 3
Agatha lays naked on her side with Wanda sprawled top of her; rubbing her nose deep into the older woman’s wavy dark locks until it makes her giggle with a snort in between.
“—Wanda—that tickles!”
“Did you just snort?” a smile stretches across the redhead’s face.
“Little piggy!”
“You’re the one who brought home the bacon, dear,” Agatha continues, finding the instant comfort of Wanda’s body warmth pressing up against her.
“Now all we need is to let Herb know that I won the bet!”
“Excuse me?” Maximoff pulls back.
“The man had his doubts, of course, but I knew the moment I laid eyes on you back in the 1950’s—the compassion we shared between us would bloom eventually.”
Wanda sits herself up.
“A bet was made to see whether or not you’d have sex with me?!”
Agatha pouts in return.
“Don't let it come down a total surprise to you, Wanda dear. I thought you wanted us this way.”
“I get it. I’m nothing but just a prize to you, Agatha. Win your keep—is that it?” Wanda feels a bitterness inside her she’s familiar all too well.
“Don’t go all pitchfork & devil horns on me, ladybug. We just got well acquainted again. Let’s not squall anymore about it.”
Agatha bats her eyelashes to prove her point.